Oh, I think I may have cured my boredom. At least I hope I did. I’m going to make someone fall completely under my power.
[/…that was Blackie. It’s weird how after all this time apar,t he’s now in my life so much. He’s the one who helped me pick my target tonight. He’s also the one who gave me the idea in the first place. I know he’s been on tour, but it really has been different since those times. Well, on with the show…
The show was hot that night. Vince oozed sex as he strutted his tight body across the stage draping an arm around Mick and Nikki in turn. Simultaneously he teased the females in the audience. Tommy pounded his drums hard while shooting sheepish sultry glances to Nikki who seemed to be making love to his bass.
The crazy drummer noticed a vast difference in his bassist that night. He was one hundred and ten percent focused. His fingers plucked each note as if he were caressing his most cherished possession. Fingers sliding sinfully up and down the fret board fast and hard. Flushed and streaked with sweat, Nikki almost moaned from the pleasure of the low rhythmic thumping that emanated from his bass like a heart beating someone’s life line.
The strobe lights illuminated Nikki in a harsh crimson light, accentuating his features, making him look more like he just rose from hell. He was on fire literally. Vince struck the match and his pants were ablaze with yellow embers that only encouraged the demons in his mind to swirl, growing more agitated, ready to be released. Tommy could tell from how much time he spent with his band mate that Nikki was preparing some sort of design. He was putting money on it that it was a sexual endeavor rather than a musical one. That look, the sheer ferocity of the power Nikki held in his stance alone was enough to do Tommy in. Tommy was horny as all hell.
After the show he sought Nikki out. He found him in the dressing room. The hard musky scent of sexual heat overpowered him as he walked in, causing him to waver a bit in his step. Luckily, Nikki was looking down at his lipstick rather than in the mirror where he was primping his hair and makeup. Tommy didn’t give the gestures more than a second thought. He laced his hands around the slightly shorter brunette’s lean waist, growling softly into the Nikki’s ear, nipping at it just enough to cause the bassist to shiver beneath his ministrations.
“You’re in a good mood, Tom,” Nikki said, not bothering to hide his amusement at his overly friendly drummer. He capped his lipstick, setting it off to the side.
“You looked way too good tonight, Nik.” Tommy’s hands squeezed his waist warmly, the pads of his thumbs rolling over the small of his back in tiny circles.
“Got you a little worked up, huh,” Nikki sneered deviously.
“Yeah, so what’s got you so worked up, that you get me this into it.” Tommy’s fingers flicked the crotch of Nikki’s tight leather pants open.
“I have a challenge. Now,” Nikki said simply withdrawing from Tommy’s hold, turning to face him with a sex induced smile of pouting lips and naughty eyes. His pants were still open. “You going to suck me off or am I going to have to walk around with this little, extended happiness all night?”
Tommy grinned wide as his tongue snaked from his mouth running along his crimson lips as he sunk to his knees. Taking Nikki full hilt into his mouth and then dragging himself down slowly, taking great care to hide his teeth. All lips, all hot, all wet his mouth continued in a leisurely gesture as Nikki’s eyes rolled in the back of his head. Pulling one knee up, he braced himself against Tommy’s shoulder, thrusting slightly into the brunette’s mouth. Tommy grinned around the straight rigid member as he began to lick the tip and scratch the underside.
“Fuck, Tom!” He muttered, his speech hitching slightly as Tommy hollowed his cheeks taking him in half way again. Tommy pulled away, smiling up at his bassist.
“I’ve learned a few tricks since the last time.” Nikki grabbed his hair pulling Tommy’s head forward. His leg slipped all the way around Tommy’s broad shoulders.
“Shut up and show me more, dick head.” Nikki intended it to be a growl of dominance, but it came out like a newborn kitten mewing. Tommy giggled around Nikki’s cock as he began humming low in his throat, sending tingling vibrations straight to Nikki’s full aching balls. A piercing howl rose in Nikki’s throat as he tightened his grip on Tommy’s hair, tugging him further onto his length. He came hard and long with the drummer sucking and licking until Nikki was completely drained.
“Damn, Tommy.” Nikki exhaled.
“I wanted to do that ever since Vince started Dr. Feelgood,” Tommy said smirking as he sat back on his haunches wiping his chin.
“Where did you pick up those new tricks?” Nikki asked, tucking himself back into his pants.
“Been having a few girls who knew what they were doing.” Tommy shrugged. Nikki snorted.
“Only fairies know how to do that kind of shit, fucker,” Nikki said, giving him a tug of a smile.
“Mm, maybe one or two of those girls might have been boys.” Tommy blushed. Nikki picked Tommy up by the back of his head. Bringing his mouth onto his ow,n he kissed him deeply.
“Thanks, Tom. I think that can hold me off for a while, now.” He licked up Tommy’s cheek, brushing the shell of his ear. Tommy cooed.
“Whoever this person is is in for it, you know.” Tommy’s eyes were excitement mixed with something else. Caution? Trepidation? Nikki arched an eyebrow.
“Meaning what exactly, Tommy?”
“He or she is either going to be on the ride to perpetual bliss or end up shriveling in hell.” Tommy sneered suddenly. “Guess you’ll be happy either way, huh?”
“Shut up before I turn you around,” Nikki said, shoving Tommy away with a slight smile. That kid knew him too, too well.
“Hey, sexy boys, you guys about damn ready to get to our after party?” Vince demanded, coming into the room. Two redheads draped over him - one on each arm.
“We’re coming,” Tommy said, bounding happily out of the room, tugging Nikki along.
Mick arched an eyebrow at the more tender side Nikki was showing tonight. The bassist caught the cocked head and glared at the guitarist.
“Yes, Mick?” Nikki whispered. The guitarist smiled, taking a sip from his bottle of red liquid. Mickaid.
“You’ve certainly primped yourself up even more than Vince usually does.” He clasped him on the shoulder as he followed the bouncing drummer and the sexed up singer. “Enjoy yourself tonight, Nik.”